Okay so I'm at the checkout at the grocery store and I start to ramble about some television show to the lady behind me. She smiled politely and so I continue rambling in rapid fire nonsensical terms until she now has a stunned look on her face. I start thinking - can she feel the loneliness through the insanity? The checkout lady tells me to slide my card and I continue my verbal assault on the poor victim behind me. The checkout lady then informs me I need to hit the button to confirm the purchase - now she gives me a queer look having been partial witness to the earfull I just laid on the innocent bystander. Suddenly I felt light headed and the room got really bright - will I pass out. On the way out the door I glance back and the checker and the lady behind me are whispering something - I imagine it is something about how desperate some people are to get little recognition. I can only nod in agreement and turn toward the parking lot - shaking.

I am now become death - destroyer of worlds. Robert Oppenheimer